With a Limp and Smile, (Closed)

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He was bouncing along the flagstoned road with a smile splayed perfectly upon his face. He was happy for two reasons this day, for one: He had left his home of gloomy people, and two: he was looking for a nice place to stay while he looked for a job.

With that in mind did he stop at every place of eating, and yet he couldn't find one place that would hire him off the street, that and he was a Torque... which irratated him beyond belief. So now he was just moving wih his belongings strapped to his back. Which his mother had done for him when he had left.

He was new and young in a big city were everything seemed perfect in his world. He had never learned how bad the big city really was, nor had he learned the problems with living alone or with others. For he had grown up in the shadow of his mother and father, who watched over him like hawks.

Now he was free!

And chasing dreams of being one of the best cooks in all of the world!

[Kiki]

((no worries about Issy trying to flirt with your boy, she's all business when it comes to the restaurant XD))

Well when people thought cooking or baking they normally directed traffic to Isolde. She wasn't so arrogant to say she was the BEST but she was pretty damn good and by her luck she had the kitchen all to herself. She liked to help some old friends in their restaurant on the weekends to alleviate their stress and today was such a day.

"Alright loves, if you have nothing else for me to do then I was thinking I would head home early." she called back into the office.

"Well dear, actually we were planning on having someone come in and see what they could do... we were kind of hoping you might try him out. He should be here any minute now if you wouldn't mind staying a little bit longer?"

Isolde face palmed at the thought, she just wanted to go home and have a hot bath but she loved her friends so she agreed to try out the newcomer. It would be a real help to everyone, Isolde included as her schedule was getting busier by the day with the demands in the Courts. She just hoped the new guy didn't take his sweet time getting here.

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Well he found someone that would want too see how good he really was, some small bread shop in town. So he decided that he would journy over and see for himself what it was really about. Though if he were to get a job here then he would be one of the most happiest Torques ever!... well... as far as he knew, he was the only happy Torque.

So with a smile on his face did he come across this establishment and walk in boldly and looked around with courious eyes. He really wanted to show these people the love that he had for cooking. With that thought did he start to day dream about the prospect of love of cooking. He sighed ad walked up and introduced himself.

"Hello I'm Menefer de cook. I wa'sh told'ith that I'sa could cook, and here I is." he said witha court bow sweeping one paw before him balancing on two legs. When he came up did he gaze at those around him hoping that they loved his entrance. Well he hoped they did.

He sought for the door with his eyes that would lead into the kitchen to show how good he really was. He would just quiver if delight if they loved it.

[Kiki]

Things were quiet before the Torque, this Bruce knew. "Hello sir, err- Menefer you say? My name is Bruce and this pretty little lass be my wife Maggie; we own the establishment and I am hoping you are the fella who is going to help out around here or else I have to say we are at a loss."

Maggie peered up from her magazine to look over the chap. Good enough. "Alright alright, lets not be gallivantin around here. Get yourself in the kitchen there lad and show Isolde what ya can do. She'll be the one lettin us know if we're to hire ya or not."

Just as she was about to give up and go home, she heard someone come in. Interesting entrance it was too... some one was cocky. That was all well and good but, could he cook too? There was lots of talking out front but not much action, if the guy knew what was best, he would get his buns into the kitchen and quick.

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He gave a sweep of his paw before padding over twoards the swinging door that lead into the kitchen. He really didn't know what to expect of the Capitals kitchens and how they were run, but this was a small bakery that seemed to be ran by friends and family. That alone told him that he was most definatly welcomed here if he could pull off some good bread making... or what ever it was that they made here.

He walked in and stopped as he peared at all that was around him. Everything was clean and spotless the smell of many breads tickling his nose as he took a whiff of the glorious smell. He even tried to find something out of place. Something that would beget this place and make him leave, and yet there was nothing there. The ovens, tables, stools, cabnets, counters, and all the tools spoke out to him as a lover would as he would come home.

Then he looked at the last and most important part of the kitchen. The cook herself.

"Zo zist be da place of cooking, no?" he asked with a nice tightlipped smile. "I was told that I would be able to cook, if I show ze self worthy of da oven." he said as he moved over to a nearby counter where he deposited his bag on his back, making loud clanks and the such.

"Sorry, I'za had to move recently, bringing all that belongs to ze. So... what be I needing to cook to show ye that I be good for zist kitchen?" said the young Torque with a broud smile and a wave of his hand never allowing himself to gaze off his judge. Inside his heart was beating rapidly, waiting for her first few words.

[Kiki]

((Hey Naf, I think this thread is pretty dead and buried... can we please close it? I don't have muse for finishing it anymore >.>))